Alistair let go of his robe and took two more steps back as the words left Tristan's lips.
"Do you really think I would ever allow you to touch me? I try to respect the one who contributed to my life, but if you try to touch me while threatening me without reasoning first, I swear to the heavens, I will kill you."
Tristan watched as his father's jaw dropped, his face registering shock at hearing those words come out of Tristan's mouth.
'I'm not your fucking son; that's a pushover,' Tristan thought.
Alistair clenched his fists as he regained control of his emotions. "Where is she?!"
Tristan didn't answer, his gaze never leaving his father.
"You son of a bitch! Where is she? You...!"
Tristan looked up into his father's eyes before looking past him into the room.
He could see the outline of his ladies sprawled under his sheets.
